Invading the mountains  With their spiritless flesh  Controlled by a masterplan  Only marionettes in this game  Harvesting the seeds  On which we live  Sowing hatred into the depths  Of our decaying minds    Shaking the foundations  In whose womb we lie safe  Feeding our brains with heretic ideas  Stand aside and watch it grow  Only puppets in a greater game  Just a figment of reality  We are only inhabitants  Of a dying world    Just puppets of a dying world  Marionettes shaped in dreams  Just puppets of a dying world  Marionettes shaped in dreams